"Did you even pay attention to a word I just said?" Yasopp grunts at his Captain and Shanks just gives him a crooked grin. It wasn't his fault! How could he be blamed for not paying attention to his sniper when You were fluttering around the bar like a busy bee with such a low-cut shirt on? He swore that you wore his favorite shirt just to tease him, so yeah. There was little inside the tavern that could get his attention away from how nicely your tits bounced. He couldn't wait to get you back to the Red Force, Shanks needed to make sure you knew better than to tease him like this in front of everyone.
"Nope," he drawled, popping the p of the word. He doesn't even look at his sniper, unwilling to take his eyes off you for even a second. "Didn't hear a word."
Yasopp scoffs at him and shoves off the bar to go and join his other crew mates. There was no speaking to Shanks when he got like this. Not that the sniper blamed his Captain. You were beautiful, and everyone in the crew knew that Shanks would move the world for you. That didn't mean that his Captain wasn't a possessive bastard though, and he didn't like it when other men looked a bit too long.
Shanks hardly notices that his crewmate leaves, too absorbed by you still. He watches you for a while longer, eyes shadowed by his hair and face with the lip of his mug. He isn't jealous or angry with you fluttering about and having fun. He isn't that kind of man, but if he has to watch one more unworthy sleaze ball try and make a grab for your ass, he was going to level this entire establishment.
As to not have the entire island chasing his crew away from the island, Shanks finishes off his drink and drops more than enough cash to pay for it all. He hops off his stool, keeping you in sight as he crosses the tavern to the exit. He waits patiently for you to breeze by and then snaps his hand out to grab your waist. He tugs you to his chest, and a weight lifts from his shoulders at having you close to him,
"Hey there, little lady." He purrs and then kisses the shell of your ear, "How about I show you a good time."
You snort in laughter at his antic. It's been a few years since Shanks had stolen you away, and you've not regretted it since. He'd given you more freedom than you ever had on your own, "Aw," you coo, and a grin comes over your face, "Does Daddy need my attention?" You feel brazen with the alcohol in your system. Usually, it would be Shanks to instigate this.
Shanks chuckles and nods, "Daddy always needs his baby's attention," he nudges his hips against your lower back and your grin widens when you feel his hard length pressed against you, "Let's get outta here."
Before you can even think of a response, your Captain is already dragging you out of the establishment and out to the streets of the sleepy little town. Shanks presses you up against the door of his room when the two of you make it to the Red Force, easily slipping his arm under your ass and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist and Shanks groans when his cock grinds against your clothed core. He kisses you like it's his last day on the planet, drool leaking past your swollen lips when Shanks sucks your tongue in his mouth.
He sucked at the wriggling appendage and ruts his hips into your own. He feels sixteen again, a boy trying to find any pleasure he could while out at sea with a ship full of men. You must focus on breathing through your nose, your expression lust-filled and open for Shanks to see. When breathing gets a bit too difficult, you grab him by his shoulders and shove yourself back with a gasp. Shanks doesn't let up, instead focusing his attention on your neck where he leaves behind a masterpiece of of harsh bites and hickeys.
"Sh-Shanks." You whine and are punished with a more painful bite than the rest. You were the one who instigated the agreement the moment you called him Daddy back in the bar. You are his little girl now, so you had best call him by the correct title.
"Sorry, Daddy." You correct yourself softly and feel your liver grin against your neck.
"Good girl, Baby." He praises and you flush in glee. It was no secret to him that he knew that you enjoyed it when the powerful man smothered you in sweet words and affirmations. However, a nervous dread wells up when Shanks pulls away and you catch the considering look he was giving you. You are suddenly sat down and Shanks steps away to sit on the bed, leaning back and cocking his head to the side. You shift in front of him, nervous at his sudden change in attitude.
"You made Daddy jealous today, ya know." He begins and you look at him in confusion. "Don't play dumb, Sweetheart. You wore my favorite shirt, how could I not think that you wanted to tease me all night?" He presses and you glance down to see that you indeed are wearing his favorite shirt. The one that makes your tits look damn good. You hadn't realized that you had put it on earlier.
Your cheek burns at the accusation, "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to tease you," you murmur and look away from his piercing gaze with a frown.
Shanks lets out a world-weary sigh and then pats his lap," Come 'ere, Baby," He orders and you scramble to go to his side, "lay across my lap, face down." You do what he asks slowly this time, movements unsure as you settle across his lap. Shanks jerks your pants down and you shiver when the cool air of the cabin ghosts over your bare ass.
His hand feels huge as it rubs over the globe of your ass and you tense when his fingers dip between your legs to gently pet your folds. He plays with you for a bit, just long enough that he can feel you begin to get wet on the tips of his fingers before he pulls away. You are about to ask why he stopped when his hand comes down and he spacks your ass Hard.
"Gah!" you exclaim and jump forward on his lap in shock. He lands another smack that has you yelping again, eyes wide as you glance back at him. His hand gently rubs your ass, taking some of the pain away before he strikes you again three more times in quick succession. Tears have started to fall, staining your cheeks and the fabric of his pants.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Sweetheart," Shanks coos down at you, tone apologetic and he gently rubs your sore cheek again, "You gotta remember that I don't like it when other men see you and think they can have you. Think that they can touch you," his hand digs into and you whine at the pinch of his nails. You can't see it, but the grin Shanks wears is mean, his annoyance with the other men from earlier rising up.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy!" You tell him loudly, voice thick from the tears in your throat. "Only want you. No one else can do what you do."
Shanks shushes you quietly, "I know that, Baby," he assures you and his grip lessens, hand stroking your red flesh, "But sometimes I just can't help myself. I wanted to tear that whole place down when I seen that guy try and touch you," he admits and you shiver at his dark tone. It's rare that Shanks gets this way, but it turns you on every time.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Shanks delivers another smack to your opposite cheek and fresh tears slide down your face, "So I think I deserve a reward for holding back."
You find yourself nodding frantically, "Anything for you, Daddy," you tell him and peek over your shoulder to look at the redhead, "I want you to feel good too."
Shanks grins down at you, "Yeah? You wanna make Daddy feel nice?" He repeats and you nod again, moving to stand up from his lap and he lets you, eyes never leaving your shanking legs and exposed tits from where your shirt had ridden up. You could kick him while he was down, and Shanks would still say thank you. Others called him whipped but he couldn't care less what they thought of him. "Then get on your knees for me, Baby. I wanna see your lips wrapped around my cock."
You gulp as you settle on your knees in between his legs. While you didn't mind sucking him off, you didn't do it very often, so you weren't very confident in your skills. Shanks had always been a giver, so it was rare when he wanted this.
However, your worries are easily assured cause of course Shanks had spotted your rising nerves, "Don't worry Babygirl," Shanks reassured you and his hand met your chin, tilting your face up and brushing his thumb along your lower lip, "I'll help you."
A relieved smile crossed your face and you pressed a kiss to his plan, "Thank you, Daddy," You murmur and then reach for his pants when he drops his hand. You pull the elastic of his flashy pants, and like usual, your Captain isn't wearing any underwear, so his cock springs out when you shove them down his thighs. You admire his cock, mouth watering at the sight of the red tip smeared with precum. Shanks takes his dick in hand, leading it so that the tip presses against your lips. He smears the sticky fluid across your lips and grins at the way your eyes flutter.
"Open your mouth, Seastar," Shanks urges gently and taps the head twice against your lower lip. Slowly, your jaw drops open and Shanks groans when your tongue smooths across his leaking cock. You click your tongue at the taste, it's salty but doesn't taste bad.
"Now wrap your lips around the head, Sweetheart," Your Daddy orders and you do as told, stretching your mouth wide to accommodate his girth, "Now suck. Use your tongue on the bottom side, Baby," Shanks coaches.
Your brows furrow in concentration and focus on breathing through your nose. Shanks slips in further and sighs happily when he feels your tongue work against his shaft. You look so damn pretty with your lips taunt around his dick, "That's it, Baby, You're doing so well taking my cock. Not too much is it?"
You know that he expects you to answer, so you make a positive sound in the back of your throat. Shanks nods once and then finds one of your hands, tugging it up and having you wrap your hand around his dick. He helps you find a rhythm for the length of him that you can't fit in your mouth yet and then lets his hand fall away so you can do it yourself. You feel full, mouth stuffed with nothing but Shanks, and you can taste the kind of life he lives.
The Yonko's eyes never leave your face, dark gaze memorizing the way your face flushes when you catch him watching you. His hips buck at the sight and you sputter when the tip hits the back of your throat. His hand slips in your hair to hold you still and Shanks pushes even further and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling. He tugs gently on your hair, "Relax your throat, Baby," He growls out.
You struggle to do what he says, eyes clenching shut and Shanks finds himself slipping. He can't help himself when his hips twitch again and he thrusts shallowly, trying to wait so you can get used to him. You choke more than a few times, spit, and precum leak from your lips and Shanks can't get enough of watching you take him like the good girl you are.
"Come on, Sweetheart. I know that you can take the rest of me," Shanks says but it sounds more like a demand to your ears. Your hands grip his thighs tightly and you dare to open your eyes to look up at the Yonko. His blissed-out expression makes all the discomfort worth it, and hearing this powerful man moan for You sent shivers straight down your spine and had you leaking from your core. However, the Yonko was big and you were already struggling to take him now. How were you supposed to take more?
You find out when Shank suddenly grips your hair tightly and shoves most of his cock done your throat. You sputter, hands gripping his legs and digging your nails in harshly. Your breath is raspy even through your nose and the fullness of it surprises you. Instead of retreating, Shanks holds himself there, dark gaze never leaving your face as he watches you struggle to take him, "Relax, Baby," he coos to you and you are left to try and do what he says again.
Shanks loses track of how long he has you on your knees, but he is so proud of the progress you have made. You are so close to being able to take all of him, but he didn't want to push you too far tonight. the pirate finally takes pity on you and pulls out of your mouth with a love-stricken look, "You did so well, Seastar," He tells you and you breathe deeply and rest your head on his thigh. He strokes your hair, pulling the damp strands away from you're face, "I think it's your turn now, huh?"
You nod dumbly, not quite ready to speak right now. Shanks lifts you easily, disposing of your clothes and then laying you on your back on the bed, and tucking a mound of pillows under your hips. Another one that smells heavily of Shanks is tucked under your head and then your lover disappears for a moment. He comes back with a glass bottle and hands it to you, "Just water, Sweetheart. Don't want you to get dehydrated."
You drink deeply and then hand the bottle back. When Shanks comes back, he settles between your legs and pushes your ankles together with ease, "Hold these up for me, Honey," He tells you and you reach out to grip your thighs, pulling them back until your knees bracket your ears. He places kisses on your inner thigh and then closer to where you want him most. He doesn't make you wait, gathering spit and laving over your cunt. Shanks needs you wet and quick. the redhead had teased you both long enough.
Your legs shake but you keep a good hold on them. You come embarrassingly quick, but Shanks only groans as you gush over his tongue. It makes it easier for him to coat his middle three fingers. It may hurt, but he knows that you can take them.
The instruction is swift, and you bow off the bed, crying out his name on accident, "Fuck! Sh-Shanks!" your legs twitch and his finger curl just right to send you into another orgasm. The sounds in the room are positively filthy as Shanks eats you out, and you know that he won't let you forget tonight for a long time.
"Shit, Baby. I can't wait any longer," Shanks huffs out and rises, and you get a good view of your Captain stroking his cock from between your legs. He shuffles forward and positions himself at your entrance and with a hiss sinks balls deep into your pussy. You whine, high-pitched and loud as he fills you up just the way you like it.
Shanks doesn't waste any time and sets a brutal pace, hips pounding into your own hard enough there is sure to be some tenderness later on. Even pussy drunk and snarling like an animal, Shanks was careful to not hurt you. You know he is close when his pace falters and becomes erratic, and soon he is bowing over you and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as he comes deep inside of you. You pulse around him, creaming around him seconds after and you milk his cock greedily.
"That's it, Baby. Take Daddy's cum. Let me fill you up," He snarls against your lips and then seals them together again as he continues to thrust until you are wincing at the overstimulation and pushing weakly at his shoulders. Shanks stops quickly when he notices the signs of true pain, pulling out with a groan and grinning down at the sticky mess that coats his cock and your thighs.
You grimace at the lewd sounds and Shanks laughs at your curled lip. His expression is soft and he sits back so that you can lower your legs, and your face shifts to a wince at the change in angle, "You okay, Sweetheart?" He asks and has already stood to retrieve a wet cloth to clean the both of you up.
"I'm fine. Haven't broken me yet, Daddy," You tell him, voice still raspy and slurred. Shanks huffs at your remark, and curls around you, tucking you close then burning his face in your hair to breathe you in. The two of you would rest for a bit and then be back up to continue to party. It had been too long since the crew of the Red Force happened upon such a nice island, so it would be a shame to miss out on the fun.